There's hidden sweetness
in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundbox is stuffed full
of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly
are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song
comes out of the fire.
Be emptier and cry
like reed instruments cry.
in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundbox is stuffed full
of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly
are burning clean with fasting,
every moment a new song
comes out of the fire.
Be emptier and cry
like reed instruments cry.
Rumi
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